The crawl of a hour,
The slowing so sour.
A crawl of the suppressed and lazy,
A slowing to a world so bleak and hazy.
No crawl to a standing holt,
No slowing as the slothful take no shot.
The crawl of no progression,
The slowing of life’s depress
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